Chapter 5
Freddie Holloway was puttering along toward the room where they were holding this year’s panels when he heard a soft sound from behind a potted plant. He paused in his meandering and listened, and the sound resolved itself into a soft, sad crying sound. Someone was sobbing behind that rubber tree, Freddie realized. But who? He debated just leaving, but finally decided that he couldn’t in good conscience do that. So he sighed to himself and walked over to peer around the plant to see what was what.
His eyes came to rest on a person curled up on the floor with their arms hugging their knees and a rather colorfully dyed mop of hair resting on top of it all. This person’s shoulders were shaking as he (Freddie was pretty sure that it was a he) cried.
“Uh, hi?” he said aloud. “Are you okay?”
The shoulders stiffened, then the head lifted to reveal a woeful face smeared with blotches of mascara and eye liner. A pair of swollen, reddened green eyes stared up at him. “What’s the matter?” Freddie asked this person. “Why are you crying?”
A miserable sniff. “I…somebody called me a whore,” the crying guy said hoarsely.
Freddie thought about this for a moment. “Well, are you?” he asked.
Anger sparked in the green eyes. “No! Well…I don’t know…” he continued, looking down at his feet disconsolately. “Maybe.”
“Either you are or you’re not,” Freddie said calmly. “Why did they call you a whore? Was there a good reason?”
The other guy looked up at him again. “Yeah, I guess,” he sniffled. “See, I come to these Cons to pick up guys. And I sleep with them so that they’ll give me stuff. I never really thought about it as being like prostitution, but…” his whole body drooped. “I guess he was right. I’m a whore.”
Freddie considered this statement. “Maybe,” he conceded. “But you don’t have to go on being a whore, do you? Just stop sleeping with guys for stuff or for cash, and your problem’s solved.”
His phlegmatic statement made the other man looked startled. “You’re right,” he said slowly. “But its not just that. He also told me some other things about myself…bad things. That if I look down on the guys I sleep with as losers, what does that make ME? An even bigger loser, that’s what.” his voice was glum.
Freddie frowned. “Yeah, I guess it would,” he replied. “So maybe you should get to know somebody before you sleep with them, and find someone you like. Somebody who you don’t consider a loser. There’s gotta be a few guys around here like that. Go and look for them.”
The other man was now blinking rather stickily. “You think? Hey, what’s your name?”
“Freddie Holloway,” he replied.
“I’m Jamie…Jamie Gutterman,” he pulled himself slowly to his feet and wiped ineffectually at his eyes.
“Nice to meet you,” Freddie told him, producing a packet of wipes from an inner pocket. “Here.”
“Thanks,” Jamie took one and began to carefully wipe his face clean. “You’re really nice,” he noted.
Freddie’s brows shot up in astonishment. He’d never been told that by anyone before now. “Err…” he said.
Jamie looked at him. “Would you mind…if I hung out with you?” he asked hopefully. "It’d be good…to have somebody to talk to. Please?”
Freddie swallowed a bit, because a cleaned up Jamie looked a lot like some of his more personal, never-expressed-to-anybody fantasies. “Umm, I suppose so,” he said reluctantly.
Jamie looked at him uncertainly. “You don’t have to agree to hang out with me if you don’t want to,” he said, visibly wilting.
Now he felt terrible. “No, its okay,” he said hurriedly. “We can hang out. I don’t mind.”
Jamie brightened up. “Thanks! You’re really cool. Smart.”
Freddie didn’t know what to say to this, either. But fortunately for him, it appeared that Jamie was a chatterer. All he had to do was nod and make an occasional comment, which suited him just fine.
Freddie Holloway glanced in bemusement at his companion. Jamie Gutterman was talking about something at light speed, not seeming to be worried about the fact that Freddie seldom said anything himself. His eyes were sparkling were energy, and Freddie was entranced by him. He gulped and looked away hurriedly, lest Jamie catch him staring and drooling like the village idiot.
Freddie’s problem was that he had been pretty sure that he was gay for years now, but attractive gay guys(like Jamie) were no more interested in going out with a geek like him than an attractive girl would be. So while he’d cruised various internet porn sites, and he had a good relationship with his own right hand, Freddie was(regrettably) a virgin. And he’d resigned himself to remaining one for many years to come, unless he scraped together enough money to hire a rent boy(and somehow managed to smuggle the male prostitute secretly in-and-out of the apartment over his mother’s garage where he lived). He didn’t see that happening anytime soon, because he spent most of his money on video games and movie and TV show memorabilia. So while he lived rent free with his mom, he still didn’t have enough cash to buy himself a professional.
It occurred to Freddie that he was an idiot. If he hadn’t talked Jamie out of sleeping with loser geeks for money and gifts, he might have had a shot at getting laid at this Con! Instead, he got to hang around with a sexy guy who seemed to consider him as just a friend and somebody to talk to, so close and yet so far. He felt depressed as they wandered from booth to booth, and sort of wished that he hadn’t stopped to help the person sobbing behind the plant in the lobby. If he’d just gone on his way, he wouldn’t be existing in the gay male version of Hell right now…
Suddenly Jamie stiffened next to him. “Let’s go this way,” he hissed into Freddie’s ear, tugging at his arm.
“Why?” he asked in bewilderment.
“Because I don’t want to talk to those two over there,” Jamie pointed at a pair of men who were walking along together, and who appeared to be scanning the crowd. One of them were really tall and thin, while the other was shorter and quite handsome, and was wearing a Han Solo costume that looked great on him.
“Why not? Who are they?” Freddie asked as he let himself be towed along by a determined Jamie toward a hiding spot between two booths nearby.
“The tall one is the guy who called me a whore,” Jamie said.
“Oh,” Freddie studied the tall guy, who didn’t look like somebody mean enough to call Jamie names. But then, Jamie himself had admitted the name was deserved, so…
“Do you think that he’s going to call you names again?” he asked in a whisper.
Jamie shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s better not to have to find out,” he stood very still, and Freddie tried hard to ignore the fact that Jamie’s slim body was pressed up against his in the small space.
Freddie felt like an idiot, hiding like this. He might have left, but nothing could have pried him away from Jamie at this point. Much as it might be torture to have to be hang around with a guy this hot, it was quite pleasurable torture. He felt the warmth of Jamie’s body against his, and he tried to breathe evenly and slowly and not pant like a dog in heat.
“Isn’t this sort of cowardly?” Freddie said doubtfully after a moment.
“Yes, it is,” Jamie replied. “I never said that I wasn’t a coward.”
Point taken. Freddie might have subsided, but then he noticed that the tall one(who had been glancing around hopefully) had a woeful expression on his face. He didn’t look like a guy who wanted to rip into Jamie anymore - on the contrary, he looked ashamed and miserable. Freddie suspected that he was looking for Jamie not to verbally assault him, but to apologize. Cursing himself for being both logical and too kind, Freddie grabbed Jamie’s arm unexpectedly and hauled him back out onto the floor of the Con. “Hey!” Jamie yelled in protest, struggling. “What are you doing?!”
‘Screwing myself over, because I am an idiot,’ Freddie thought glumly. But he didn’t say anything aloud - he merely dragged Jamie over toward the duo he’d been hiding from, who were currently standing near a booth that sold Star Wars memorabilia.
The shorter one saw them first, and grabbed his companion’s arm. He said something, and the taller boy swung toward them as well. Jamie dug in his heels, but even though Freddie was no athlete he was still larger and stronger than the slim boy. He managed to keep Jamie moving whether he liked it or not. “Jamie,” the handsome man dressed as Han Solo exclaimed. “There you are! We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Chad wants to apologize for what he said to you, although I happen to think,” he added with a hard look at Jamie, “That you deserved every word.”
Jamie tensed but said nothing, as the taller one said awkwardly: “I’m really sorry, Jamie. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said miserably.
Jamie took a deep breath. “Parker’s right, I did deserve what you said,” he replied brusquely. “Because everything you said about me was true. I am a whore. Or I was, anyway. But I don’t want to be anymore. So I’m not going to sleep with random guys at the Cons just to get stuff from them. Besides,” he suddenly draped himself over a surprised Freddie, “I found a guy who’s willing to be my boyfriend. My REAL boyfriend, not just somebody I’m having sex with to get stuff. Right, Freddie?”
The desperate look that he cast at Freddie made him speak up. “That’s right,” he agreed. “Jamie’s my boyfriend.”
The way that Jamie’s eyes lit up with relief and gratitude was payment enough for him as the shorter man said: “You’ve found a boyfriend already, Jamie? You’re good.”
“Well, I know a good thing when I see it,” Jamie replied tartly. He twined his arm through Freddie’s. “In fact, we’re just heading up to Freddie’s room to have a little fun. Right, baby?”
He flashed Freddie a begging look, which he couldn’t have resisted even if he’d wanted to. “That’s right,” he said hoarsely.
“I’m glad that you found someone,” the tall guy said sincerely. “Congratulations, Jamie.”
Jamie just looked at him, then shook his multi-colored head. “You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?” he remarked. “Here I was being mean to you, and then when you fought back and gave me the beat-down I deserved you want to apologize to me. Then you congratulate me on finding a boyfriend. Geez, Parker, you’d better keep an eye out or people will take advantage of your boyfriend. He’s too naïve.”
“I know, but that’s one of the things that I love about him,” the guy called Parker said with a whimsical smile. “Anyway, now that you’ve apologized to Jamie, can we go and do something else? Maybe find Cassie and Derek?” he asked the taller guy hopefully.
Tall and skinny nodded. The handsome one glanced at the two of them. “We’ll be seeing you, Jamie,” he drawled. “Good luck,” he added to Freddie, “You’re going to need it.”
The two men left, and Jamie swung toward him. “Thanks for going along with that whole thing!” he said, beaming at Freddie. “You’re the best, Freddie.”
“Hey, no problem,” he said, meaning it.
Jamie launched himself at Freddie, who found himself with a delightful armful as his breath left his body in a loud gasp. Jamie hugged him tightly. “You’ve been awesome,” he breathed into poor Freddie’s ear, threatening to finish him off altogether. “Helping a guy like me out when I needed it. I just wish that there was some way that I could thank you.”
Freddie could think of about a thousand ways that he’d like Jamie to thank him, but his tongue didn’t seem to be working properly at the moment. But then he felt the slim body stiffen a little, and Jamie reared back. His eyes were trained on Freddie’s face. “Freddie? Is that a light saber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” he asked, wriggling a bit.
Freddie gasped again as Jamie’s belly rubbed against the erection that he was sporting. He gulped. “I-I’m sorry,” he rasped.
“For what?” Jamie demanded, now doing a sensual grind against the front of Freddie’s jeans. “I’m happy to feel that. Do you like guys, Freddie?”
He nodded silently, his greatest secret being exposed right here on the Con floor. Jamie’s smile was wicked and full of delight. “Oh, goody. Here I thought I’d just found a nice straight guy who was willing to cover for me, and it turns out that you’re ’just one of the boys’. Which means,” his face began to move closer and closer, mesmerizing poor Freddie, “That…” his lips were nearly on Freddie’s now, and his eyes were glued to them as Jamie’s tongue snaked out to delicately lick along the plump lower one, “You wouldn’t mind if I…” their faces were now so close that he could feel Jamie’s breath on his own lips, “Fucked you,” Jamie breathed for his ears only. “Would you, Freddie? Mind if I fucked you?”
Oh sweet Jesus! He couldn’t breathe! What was happening? Was he actually speaking, in a voice that sounded tinny to his own ears? “No. I wouldn’t mind.” Who had just said that?! He began to panic as Jamie’s smile widened.
“Do you actually have a room, Freddie?” he asked, still in that low, sensual tone of voice that was making all of the circuits in his brain switch off.
“Yes,” he said in a small, hoarse voice.
Jamie pulled away, but he didn’t have time to be disappointed as the other boy grabbed his hand and looked at him expectantly. “Let’s go, then,” he said.
“But…” Oh, fuck, why was he protesting! But he couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Didn’t you say that you were…gonna find a guy you actually liked to have sex with?”
Jamie gave him a lidded glance. “I did,” he purred, and then Freddie lost the ability to speak altogether as Jamie began to drag him out of the room and toward the elevators determinedly.
Some indeterminate amount of time later, Freddie lay on his back and stared upward with glazed eyes as Jamie Gutterman rode him as though he were a particularly fractious horse. Not that he was fighting or struggling, not in any way…Dimly his eyes took in Jamie’s lithe naked beauty, the way sweat shimmered on his kin and the expression of rapt desire on his face as he moved his hips in a swaying motion. Freddie didn’t have to do anything, which was great; he had no idea what to do anyway. But Jamie was doing all of the work, and all he had to do was lie here and experience something more amazing than anything he’d ever imagined even in his wildest dreams. Oh, God, the way that his penis was being surrounded by those tightening muscles made him feel like his head might explode!
Jamie’s burning eyes met his, and a smile spread over his face just before he made a circular motion with his hips. Poor Freddie gurgled like a dying man, completely lost. His sexy rider grabbed his own cock and began to jerk it lightly with his fingers. “I’m going to come, Freddie,” he purred. “Just from having you inside of me. It feels so good.”
Yes, it did. And Jamie’s dirty talk, combined with watching him jerk himself off…It was too much for a virgin who’d just attained something he’d never imagined that he would. Freddie bucked upward and came with a cry, shuddering as he emptied himself into the condom he was wearing. Jamie cried out and began to spill semen all over his stomach and chest, his head going back as he gave in to his orgasm.
Then he was slumped over Freddie, unmoving, his head hanging. At last he stirred and looked down at the annihilated Freddie out of lidded eyes full of a cat-like satisfaction. “Mmm,” he said, stretching a little as he set his hands on Freddie’s upper chest, “That was great. There might be something to this having sex with somebody you like after all,” he remarked, draping himself over Freddie like a blanket.
Freddie’s mind was finally returning from the planet Vulcan. “Umm…” he said.
Jamie lifted his head. “What is it?”
Freddie hesitated, but decided to go for broke. “I know you were just telling those guys that I was your boyfriend because you didn’t want them to feel sorry for you,” he began.
Jamie sighed. “You’re pretty smart, just like I said before.”
“But I was wondering…would you ever consider…really being my boyfriend?” Freddie asked, his heart in his mouth.
Silence. Jamie had frozen atop him. He wondered if he’d made a huge mistake, if Jamie was going to run out of here like a cat with its tail on fire…“You really want me to be your boyfriend?” Jamie sounded incredulous.“Why?”
He blinked. “Uh…because you’re really sexy, and cute, and fun,” he began uncertainly. “And I…like you.”
Jamie had pulled back and was studying his face intently. “You really mean that,” he said, sounding totally disbelieving.
He nodded. “So...umm…would you?” he asked hopefully.
Jamie shook his head. “I really can’t believe this,” he muttered. When Freddie gave him a worried look, he pulled himself together and leaned down to kiss Freddie on the lips. “Yes, I’ll be your boyfriend. If you want me to,” he said, sounding almost shy.
Freddie’s heart was thundering in his chest. “Yes, I want you to,” he replied. “I’ve never wanted anything else more…well, except for the limited edition Star Trek 20thanniversary collector’s edition shuttlecraft model kit,” he added after a moment.
Jamie burst out laughing. He kissed Freddie on the cheek, saying: “Well, I came in second to a shuttlecraft model. I’m definitely dating a geek,” still chuckling he let his lips find Freddie’s once again.
“That’s so cool. That Jamie has a boyfriend,” Chad commented happily.
He caught Parker shaking his head out of the corner of his eye, and glanced over. “What?” he asked.
Parker’s lips quirked. “You’re too adorable, Chad. Jamie was right. You’re just too sweet for your own good. I’ll have to work hard from now on taking care of you and not letting anybody take advantage of you.”
He felt his cheeks heat a little. He mumbled: “I can’t help it.”
Parker smiled at him and twined his arm with Chad’s. “I know you can’t, honey. Actually, it’s one of the things that I really like about you. Your big heart. It’s awesome that you care about people so much. As long as you care about ME the most, I’m fine with it,” he added with a grin.
Chad nodded. Parker looked satisfied. “That’s my Chad,” he said as they strolled along between the booths arm-in-arm, completely in charity with each other and the world right now.
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Freddie Holloway was puttering along toward the room where they were holding this year’s panels when he heard a soft sound from behind a potted plant. He paused in his meandering and listened, and the sound resolved itself into a soft, sad crying sound. Someone was sobbing behind that rubber tree, Freddie realized. But who? He debated just leaving, but finally decided that he couldn’t in good conscience do that. So he sighed to himself and walked over to peer around the plant to see what was what.
His eyes came to rest on a person curled up on the floor with their arms hugging their knees and a rather colorfully dyed mop of hair resting on top of it all. This person’s shoulders were shaking as he (Freddie was pretty sure that it was a he) cried.
“Uh, hi?” he said aloud. “Are you okay?”
The shoulders stiffened, then the head lifted to reveal a woeful face smeared with blotches of mascara and eye liner. A pair of swollen, reddened green eyes stared up at him. “What’s the matter?” Freddie asked this person. “Why are you crying?”
A miserable sniff. “I…somebody called me a whore,” the crying guy said hoarsely.
Freddie thought about this for a moment. “Well, are you?” he asked.
Anger sparked in the green eyes. “No! Well…I don’t know…” he continued, looking down at his feet disconsolately. “Maybe.”
“Either you are or you’re not,” Freddie said calmly. “Why did they call you a whore? Was there a good reason?”
The other guy looked up at him again. “Yeah, I guess,” he sniffled. “See, I come to these Cons to pick up guys. And I sleep with them so that they’ll give me stuff. I never really thought about it as being like prostitution, but…” his whole body drooped. “I guess he was right. I’m a whore.”
Freddie considered this statement. “Maybe,” he conceded. “But you don’t have to go on being a whore, do you? Just stop sleeping with guys for stuff or for cash, and your problem’s solved.”
His phlegmatic statement made the other man looked startled. “You’re right,” he said slowly. “But its not just that. He also told me some other things about myself…bad things. That if I look down on the guys I sleep with as losers, what does that make ME? An even bigger loser, that’s what.” his voice was glum.
Freddie frowned. “Yeah, I guess it would,” he replied. “So maybe you should get to know somebody before you sleep with them, and find someone you like. Somebody who you don’t consider a loser. There’s gotta be a few guys around here like that. Go and look for them.”
The other man was now blinking rather stickily. “You think? Hey, what’s your name?”
“Freddie Holloway,” he replied.
“I’m Jamie…Jamie Gutterman,” he pulled himself slowly to his feet and wiped ineffectually at his eyes.
“Nice to meet you,” Freddie told him, producing a packet of wipes from an inner pocket. “Here.”
“Thanks,” Jamie took one and began to carefully wipe his face clean. “You’re really nice,” he noted.
Freddie’s brows shot up in astonishment. He’d never been told that by anyone before now. “Err…” he said.
Jamie looked at him. “Would you mind…if I hung out with you?” he asked hopefully. "It’d be good…to have somebody to talk to. Please?”
Freddie swallowed a bit, because a cleaned up Jamie looked a lot like some of his more personal, never-expressed-to-anybody fantasies. “Umm, I suppose so,” he said reluctantly.
Jamie looked at him uncertainly. “You don’t have to agree to hang out with me if you don’t want to,” he said, visibly wilting.
Now he felt terrible. “No, its okay,” he said hurriedly. “We can hang out. I don’t mind.”
Jamie brightened up. “Thanks! You’re really cool. Smart.”
Freddie didn’t know what to say to this, either. But fortunately for him, it appeared that Jamie was a chatterer. All he had to do was nod and make an occasional comment, which suited him just fine.
Freddie Holloway glanced in bemusement at his companion. Jamie Gutterman was talking about something at light speed, not seeming to be worried about the fact that Freddie seldom said anything himself. His eyes were sparkling were energy, and Freddie was entranced by him. He gulped and looked away hurriedly, lest Jamie catch him staring and drooling like the village idiot.
Freddie’s problem was that he had been pretty sure that he was gay for years now, but attractive gay guys(like Jamie) were no more interested in going out with a geek like him than an attractive girl would be. So while he’d cruised various internet porn sites, and he had a good relationship with his own right hand, Freddie was(regrettably) a virgin. And he’d resigned himself to remaining one for many years to come, unless he scraped together enough money to hire a rent boy(and somehow managed to smuggle the male prostitute secretly in-and-out of the apartment over his mother’s garage where he lived). He didn’t see that happening anytime soon, because he spent most of his money on video games and movie and TV show memorabilia. So while he lived rent free with his mom, he still didn’t have enough cash to buy himself a professional.
It occurred to Freddie that he was an idiot. If he hadn’t talked Jamie out of sleeping with loser geeks for money and gifts, he might have had a shot at getting laid at this Con! Instead, he got to hang around with a sexy guy who seemed to consider him as just a friend and somebody to talk to, so close and yet so far. He felt depressed as they wandered from booth to booth, and sort of wished that he hadn’t stopped to help the person sobbing behind the plant in the lobby. If he’d just gone on his way, he wouldn’t be existing in the gay male version of Hell right now…
Suddenly Jamie stiffened next to him. “Let’s go this way,” he hissed into Freddie’s ear, tugging at his arm.
“Why?” he asked in bewilderment.
“Because I don’t want to talk to those two over there,” Jamie pointed at a pair of men who were walking along together, and who appeared to be scanning the crowd. One of them were really tall and thin, while the other was shorter and quite handsome, and was wearing a Han Solo costume that looked great on him.
“Why not? Who are they?” Freddie asked as he let himself be towed along by a determined Jamie toward a hiding spot between two booths nearby.
“The tall one is the guy who called me a whore,” Jamie said.
“Oh,” Freddie studied the tall guy, who didn’t look like somebody mean enough to call Jamie names. But then, Jamie himself had admitted the name was deserved, so…
“Do you think that he’s going to call you names again?” he asked in a whisper.
Jamie shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s better not to have to find out,” he stood very still, and Freddie tried hard to ignore the fact that Jamie’s slim body was pressed up against his in the small space.
Freddie felt like an idiot, hiding like this. He might have left, but nothing could have pried him away from Jamie at this point. Much as it might be torture to have to be hang around with a guy this hot, it was quite pleasurable torture. He felt the warmth of Jamie’s body against his, and he tried to breathe evenly and slowly and not pant like a dog in heat.
“Isn’t this sort of cowardly?” Freddie said doubtfully after a moment.
“Yes, it is,” Jamie replied. “I never said that I wasn’t a coward.”
Point taken. Freddie might have subsided, but then he noticed that the tall one(who had been glancing around hopefully) had a woeful expression on his face. He didn’t look like a guy who wanted to rip into Jamie anymore - on the contrary, he looked ashamed and miserable. Freddie suspected that he was looking for Jamie not to verbally assault him, but to apologize. Cursing himself for being both logical and too kind, Freddie grabbed Jamie’s arm unexpectedly and hauled him back out onto the floor of the Con. “Hey!” Jamie yelled in protest, struggling. “What are you doing?!”
‘Screwing myself over, because I am an idiot,’ Freddie thought glumly. But he didn’t say anything aloud - he merely dragged Jamie over toward the duo he’d been hiding from, who were currently standing near a booth that sold Star Wars memorabilia.
The shorter one saw them first, and grabbed his companion’s arm. He said something, and the taller boy swung toward them as well. Jamie dug in his heels, but even though Freddie was no athlete he was still larger and stronger than the slim boy. He managed to keep Jamie moving whether he liked it or not. “Jamie,” the handsome man dressed as Han Solo exclaimed. “There you are! We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Chad wants to apologize for what he said to you, although I happen to think,” he added with a hard look at Jamie, “That you deserved every word.”
Jamie tensed but said nothing, as the taller one said awkwardly: “I’m really sorry, Jamie. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said miserably.
Jamie took a deep breath. “Parker’s right, I did deserve what you said,” he replied brusquely. “Because everything you said about me was true. I am a whore. Or I was, anyway. But I don’t want to be anymore. So I’m not going to sleep with random guys at the Cons just to get stuff from them. Besides,” he suddenly draped himself over a surprised Freddie, “I found a guy who’s willing to be my boyfriend. My REAL boyfriend, not just somebody I’m having sex with to get stuff. Right, Freddie?”
The desperate look that he cast at Freddie made him speak up. “That’s right,” he agreed. “Jamie’s my boyfriend.”
The way that Jamie’s eyes lit up with relief and gratitude was payment enough for him as the shorter man said: “You’ve found a boyfriend already, Jamie? You’re good.”
“Well, I know a good thing when I see it,” Jamie replied tartly. He twined his arm through Freddie’s. “In fact, we’re just heading up to Freddie’s room to have a little fun. Right, baby?”
He flashed Freddie a begging look, which he couldn’t have resisted even if he’d wanted to. “That’s right,” he said hoarsely.
“I’m glad that you found someone,” the tall guy said sincerely. “Congratulations, Jamie.”
Jamie just looked at him, then shook his multi-colored head. “You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?” he remarked. “Here I was being mean to you, and then when you fought back and gave me the beat-down I deserved you want to apologize to me. Then you congratulate me on finding a boyfriend. Geez, Parker, you’d better keep an eye out or people will take advantage of your boyfriend. He’s too naïve.”
“I know, but that’s one of the things that I love about him,” the guy called Parker said with a whimsical smile. “Anyway, now that you’ve apologized to Jamie, can we go and do something else? Maybe find Cassie and Derek?” he asked the taller guy hopefully.
Tall and skinny nodded. The handsome one glanced at the two of them. “We’ll be seeing you, Jamie,” he drawled. “Good luck,” he added to Freddie, “You’re going to need it.”
The two men left, and Jamie swung toward him. “Thanks for going along with that whole thing!” he said, beaming at Freddie. “You’re the best, Freddie.”
“Hey, no problem,” he said, meaning it.
Jamie launched himself at Freddie, who found himself with a delightful armful as his breath left his body in a loud gasp. Jamie hugged him tightly. “You’ve been awesome,” he breathed into poor Freddie’s ear, threatening to finish him off altogether. “Helping a guy like me out when I needed it. I just wish that there was some way that I could thank you.”
Freddie could think of about a thousand ways that he’d like Jamie to thank him, but his tongue didn’t seem to be working properly at the moment. But then he felt the slim body stiffen a little, and Jamie reared back. His eyes were trained on Freddie’s face. “Freddie? Is that a light saber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” he asked, wriggling a bit.
Freddie gasped again as Jamie’s belly rubbed against the erection that he was sporting. He gulped. “I-I’m sorry,” he rasped.
“For what?” Jamie demanded, now doing a sensual grind against the front of Freddie’s jeans. “I’m happy to feel that. Do you like guys, Freddie?”
He nodded silently, his greatest secret being exposed right here on the Con floor. Jamie’s smile was wicked and full of delight. “Oh, goody. Here I thought I’d just found a nice straight guy who was willing to cover for me, and it turns out that you’re ’just one of the boys’. Which means,” his face began to move closer and closer, mesmerizing poor Freddie, “That…” his lips were nearly on Freddie’s now, and his eyes were glued to them as Jamie’s tongue snaked out to delicately lick along the plump lower one, “You wouldn’t mind if I…” their faces were now so close that he could feel Jamie’s breath on his own lips, “Fucked you,” Jamie breathed for his ears only. “Would you, Freddie? Mind if I fucked you?”
Oh sweet Jesus! He couldn’t breathe! What was happening? Was he actually speaking, in a voice that sounded tinny to his own ears? “No. I wouldn’t mind.” Who had just said that?! He began to panic as Jamie’s smile widened.
“Do you actually have a room, Freddie?” he asked, still in that low, sensual tone of voice that was making all of the circuits in his brain switch off.
“Yes,” he said in a small, hoarse voice.
Jamie pulled away, but he didn’t have time to be disappointed as the other boy grabbed his hand and looked at him expectantly. “Let’s go, then,” he said.
“But…” Oh, fuck, why was he protesting! But he couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Didn’t you say that you were…gonna find a guy you actually liked to have sex with?”
Jamie gave him a lidded glance. “I did,” he purred, and then Freddie lost the ability to speak altogether as Jamie began to drag him out of the room and toward the elevators determinedly.
Some indeterminate amount of time later, Freddie lay on his back and stared upward with glazed eyes as Jamie Gutterman rode him as though he were a particularly fractious horse. Not that he was fighting or struggling, not in any way…Dimly his eyes took in Jamie’s lithe naked beauty, the way sweat shimmered on his kin and the expression of rapt desire on his face as he moved his hips in a swaying motion. Freddie didn’t have to do anything, which was great; he had no idea what to do anyway. But Jamie was doing all of the work, and all he had to do was lie here and experience something more amazing than anything he’d ever imagined even in his wildest dreams. Oh, God, the way that his penis was being surrounded by those tightening muscles made him feel like his head might explode!
Jamie’s burning eyes met his, and a smile spread over his face just before he made a circular motion with his hips. Poor Freddie gurgled like a dying man, completely lost. His sexy rider grabbed his own cock and began to jerk it lightly with his fingers. “I’m going to come, Freddie,” he purred. “Just from having you inside of me. It feels so good.”
Yes, it did. And Jamie’s dirty talk, combined with watching him jerk himself off…It was too much for a virgin who’d just attained something he’d never imagined that he would. Freddie bucked upward and came with a cry, shuddering as he emptied himself into the condom he was wearing. Jamie cried out and began to spill semen all over his stomach and chest, his head going back as he gave in to his orgasm.
Then he was slumped over Freddie, unmoving, his head hanging. At last he stirred and looked down at the annihilated Freddie out of lidded eyes full of a cat-like satisfaction. “Mmm,” he said, stretching a little as he set his hands on Freddie’s upper chest, “That was great. There might be something to this having sex with somebody you like after all,” he remarked, draping himself over Freddie like a blanket.
Freddie’s mind was finally returning from the planet Vulcan. “Umm…” he said.
Jamie lifted his head. “What is it?”
Freddie hesitated, but decided to go for broke. “I know you were just telling those guys that I was your boyfriend because you didn’t want them to feel sorry for you,” he began.
Jamie sighed. “You’re pretty smart, just like I said before.”
“But I was wondering…would you ever consider…really being my boyfriend?” Freddie asked, his heart in his mouth.
Silence. Jamie had frozen atop him. He wondered if he’d made a huge mistake, if Jamie was going to run out of here like a cat with its tail on fire…“You really want me to be your boyfriend?” Jamie sounded incredulous.“Why?”
He blinked. “Uh…because you’re really sexy, and cute, and fun,” he began uncertainly. “And I…like you.”
Jamie had pulled back and was studying his face intently. “You really mean that,” he said, sounding totally disbelieving.
He nodded. “So...umm…would you?” he asked hopefully.
Jamie shook his head. “I really can’t believe this,” he muttered. When Freddie gave him a worried look, he pulled himself together and leaned down to kiss Freddie on the lips. “Yes, I’ll be your boyfriend. If you want me to,” he said, sounding almost shy.
Freddie’s heart was thundering in his chest. “Yes, I want you to,” he replied. “I’ve never wanted anything else more…well, except for the limited edition Star Trek 20thanniversary collector’s edition shuttlecraft model kit,” he added after a moment.
Jamie burst out laughing. He kissed Freddie on the cheek, saying: “Well, I came in second to a shuttlecraft model. I’m definitely dating a geek,” still chuckling he let his lips find Freddie’s once again.
“That’s so cool. That Jamie has a boyfriend,” Chad commented happily.
He caught Parker shaking his head out of the corner of his eye, and glanced over. “What?” he asked.
Parker’s lips quirked. “You’re too adorable, Chad. Jamie was right. You’re just too sweet for your own good. I’ll have to work hard from now on taking care of you and not letting anybody take advantage of you.”
He felt his cheeks heat a little. He mumbled: “I can’t help it.”
Parker smiled at him and twined his arm with Chad’s. “I know you can’t, honey. Actually, it’s one of the things that I really like about you. Your big heart. It’s awesome that you care about people so much. As long as you care about ME the most, I’m fine with it,” he added with a grin.
Chad nodded. Parker looked satisfied. “That’s my Chad,” he said as they strolled along between the booths arm-in-arm, completely in charity with each other and the world right now.
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